Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

"Ok?"

Huang Tianba frowned slightly, looked at the bowl of medicine, raised his head and looked at me again, with a little doubt flashing in his eyes, I hurried up and said, "Huangye, this is a good medicine, you drink it soon! "

As soon as I spoke, there was nothing to doubt. Although it was still unclear what it was, Huang Tianba still reached out to pick it up, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, I found that his hand trembled straight. I ca n’t afford the medicine bowl. If this bowl of medicine is spilled, it will be troublesome. Thinking of this, I hurried forward and prepared to take it.

But Yang Yunhui shook his back and avoided me, turning his head lightly, "You go back first."

"what?"

"His Royal Highness is looking for you. Go back first!"

I looked at him, and then looked at Huang Tianba. The latter seemed to understand something, and smiled slightly: "Since finding someone to find here, it must be a big deal, young girl, you go back. I'm fine . "

I hesitated for a moment, but I could only agree, and said softly, "Huangye, this is a good medicine. You must drink well and take a good rest. Even if the disease is good, it will hurt you. Don't be tired anymore. Now. "

He smiled and nodded.

I glanced at Yang Yunhui again, and his face still had no expression. Although this man has a normal face as measured by a ruler, he always has a sloppy expression. I am the first time to see such a dignified look today, and I have a little jealousy in my heart. Look at the weak Huang Tian Ba, hesitated to leave.

Yang Yunhui and him seemed to feel something, both eyes looked at the same time.

In the end, Huang Tianba spoke, and he smiled lightly: "It seems that Lord Yang still has something to tell me, Qingying, you go back first."

Then, he nodded at me.

When I think about it, I also understand that if Yang Yunhui was really going to do something, even if a hundred Yue Qingying stayed here, it would not be of much help, not to mention, Huang Tianba never did anything leaky in his work. He nodded, looked at Yang Yunhui again, and turned to leave.

On the empty street, the cold wind blows, and the leaves on the ground make a rustling sound.

I walked quietly on the street alone, making this half of the city more lonely.

Seeing that I was about to go to the junction of the north and the south, my steps were a little slow, and I couldn't help but look back, and then I saw Yang Yunhui coming up from behind.

His face, and the weather, complement each other.

When he approached, I said gently, "Sir, Lord Huang, he drank--"

He was interrupted without saying: "Yue Qingying, I really haven't seen that you have such influence."

what? I listened to this sentence without a head, I was puzzled, and looked at him doubtfully.

Yang Yunhui looked at me coldly, and then looked at the lonely trees and pavilions around him. This unpopular Nancheng, said silently, "He is your medicine, but you are also his medicine."

I was getting more and more confused, and was about to ask, Yang Yunhui suddenly reached out and pinched my chin, staring at me with a burning stare, like seeing through my flesh and my soul.

I froze, hurriedly turned my head away from his hand, his cheeks turned red: "You--"

But when he saw his lips slightly, he gave a sneer: "I hope it's not poison."

My heart sank and I realized something, and he turned and waved his sleeves: "Go!"